Hong Kong Storm: The King of Jobs

Chapter 388, Section 164: Hesitation Leads to Defeat

To be a good person, you have to be more despicable, cunning, and ruthless than bad people.

The expensive telescope allowed Chi Mengli to see very far and very clearly. She kept her eyes fixed on the professor who was sweeping the steps.

The truly wise hide in the city, the lesser wise hide in the wilderness. This damned scoundrel has truly put the wisdom of the ancients to the extreme!

Actually, finding Professor A's hiding place is quite simple: lure him out. Chi Mengli paid Xiao Shandong a sum of money to have that greedy bastard keep a close eye on Jiu Guniang's comings and goings.

Then he called Ninth Sister to inform this wicked woman that the transaction could continue. As he expected, Ninth Sister took a plane back to Hong Kong that very night.

The soft-shelled turtle has taken the bait!
In addition, Spinach Dong had bribed the parking attendant at the parking lot downstairs from Jiu Guniang's apartment building beforehand. As soon as Jiu Guniang's car arrived home, she called Spinach Dong to let him know. The parking attendant had been keeping watch all night for a big gold bull, and when he saw Jiu Guniang leaving alone early in the morning, he quickly tipped her off.

“Brother Sheng, we’ve spent almost a million dollars. That bastard Robin never cared about you when he was alive. Every time you celebrated your birthday, he would only give you a red envelope with a sum of 88.8 yuan. He wouldn’t even buy you a piece of roast pork.”

"Lianhua, Chicken Boy, Black Tiger, and others are having birthdays, and everyone gets a gold watch and a car!"

"These bastards aren't even thinking about avenging Robin, so why should we bother with this bastard?"

Standing to the side, Spinach Dong yawned incessantly. He really couldn't understand why Brother Sheng wanted to help Robin get revenge.

"When you're out in the game, you have to follow the code of honor. Even if Robin, that bastard, is heartless and ungrateful, he's still my sworn brother. If he messes with my sworn brother, I won't even utter a fart. Where will I have a place in the underworld after that?"

"Pastor, these people should all be members of the Number Gang's demolition team. Do any of them look familiar?"

The actions you take aren't for the bigwigs in the underworld to see, because those people are big shots, not fools. They know exactly what you're up to. The actions you take are for your henchmen to see, to let them know they've chosen the right person to follow, so they'll stick with you wholeheartedly.

Chi Mengli put down her binoculars and looked at the silent pastor, the leader of the Thirteen Protectors of Tsz Wan Shan, behind her.

The pastor nodded, pointed to Big-Eyed Willow who appeared at the intersection, and said, "This bastard is Big-Eyed Willow. He's from the Dutch branch and specializes in pork business in the Netherlands."

"The one behind him is Hua Liuguang. He runs a rice noodle stall. He oversees all the pork rice noodle stalls in Yau Ma Tei."

"As for the rest, I don't know. There are countless 'demolitionists' in the Number Gang. As long as you pay the fee, you can go out and do business under the Number Gang's name."

Of the group of people, the pastor only recognized two. He had never met the rest before. After all, he was just a newcomer, and the big boss of the sect had long since passed away. Otherwise, he wouldn't have recognized Handsome Sheng as his boss.

For gangsters without connections, it's a slow death. Even if they manage to make it to thirty, they still have to find a legitimate job because once they get older, even parking lots won't hire them.

“I’ve heard of Hua Liuguang. I heard that he’s been very arrogant lately. His prostitutes have been secretly selling pork in our market. The uncles who rent stalls are complaining a lot, but they can’t beat these weaklings, so they can only complain to me.”

"They're all bastards!"

“Ah Dong, tell the uncles who rent stalls that I said three signs, and that’s it. Not one more. Starting next week, the stall rent will increase. It will be charged per street. It’s 80,000 yuan per street. If it’s even one cent less, they’ll have to deal with the number gang themselves.”

"As for future security, I'll take care of that!"

“The 49ers who are watching the show should be given a warning. There are some 'number gang' members selling goods in the venue, and they haven't said a word. They should be taught a lesson.”

Now that Chi Mengli has identified Professor A, Professor J has become a dispensable piece of trash. They need to find a way to get rid of him and make use of him; they can't let him become a liability. They can't do a losing business.

"Is everyone here?"

Pulling a cigarette case out of his tracksuit pocket, Chi Mengli popped a Double Happiness cigarette into his mouth, exhaled a comfortable smoke ring, and then asked leisurely.

Spinach Dong nodded excitedly and quickly said, "Ten knife-wielders, one short dog, quick in and quick out, they should be able to take care of it in less than three minutes!"

"Brother Sheng, how about we go down and have a little spar?"

"Of course!"

Chi Mengli stretched her shoulders and arms, did a couple of stretches, and said confidently, "When the sun shines, the bones loosen up, and it's not so easy to sleep with a stiff neck!"

"A morning walk is a must, you have to stretch your muscles and bones!"

The pastor also buttoned up his leather jacket, took out a prepared mask, and put it on his face.

“Pastor, you are a monk, so please don’t take action. He Sheng has been missing for three days, and Holland has been missing for many days as well. Help me find the three of them. There’s no need to make our relationship public.”

"Oh, right! Let me tell you something. Jimi is planning to turn on you. If you're going to put on an act, you have to go all the way. You'd better be prepared. After you plant the flag, you have to hold out for three days. If you can't hold out for three days, the flag won't be able to make a sound."

"Go ahead and get busy!" The priest is currently a hidden pawn in Chi Mengli's hands, and since he's a hidden pawn, it shouldn't be brought out too early.

Knowing his place, the pastor obediently nodded. He was now like a dog, obeying his master. Handsome Sheng was his master, very generous, and he was quite satisfied.

Wearing a baseball cap, a mask, and sunglasses, Chi Mengli took a baseball bat from the trunk of the van behind her. It was an all-steel baseball bat, completely unusable for playing baseball. This batch of products was designed by Hong Kong sports equipment manufacturers specifically for the gangsters.

In the business world, as long as there is a customer base with huge demand, there will be products that cater to specific groups of people.

You know, when a big shot in the underworld comes out to show off his horse, at the very least he needs to have a steel pipe with him. You can't intimidate people with your bare hands.

But steel pipes are hard to buy now, because most of the small and medium-sized steel mills in Hong Kong have gone out of business and need to be imported.

As long as imported processing materials are involved, the price of goods will not be low. Now a watermelon knife costs sixty yuan, and a steel pipe costs forty yuan. If you encounter someone who raises the price on the spot, even fifty yuan is not enough to stop them.

Furthermore, these guys drying their horses couldn't be exposed; if they were spotted by uniformed soldiers patrolling the streets, they would be taken away.

But this kind of all-steel hollow baseball bat doesn't have this problem. If the cops ask, just say you're going to play baseball. Besides, it's cheap, only 25 yuan. The solid wood one is even cheaper, only 20 yuan.

The products are manufactured in Japan and South Korea, and the finished products are imported, resulting in low prices.

Chi Mengli weighed the baseball bat in her hand and was quite satisfied, because the bat had a hand wrap to prevent it from slipping due to sweat.

Upon hearing that he could get things done, Spinach Dong was extremely excited. He pulled a stocking out of his pocket and put it directly on his head, just like a pervert in a movie.

"What?! Where did you get these stockings? Come on, we're not robbing a jewelry store (bank), why would we need stockings?!"

"If you want to play a psychopath on TVB, you don't need to use stockings to do so, because your face is already psychopathic enough. You don't need any props! The audience will remember your hard work in performing."

Chi Mengli took a step to the side, wanting to distance herself from Spinach Dong, that good-for-nothing.

The stockings were a bit thick, making it difficult to breathe. Spinach Dong quickly tore a hole in them and gasped for air: "Brother Sheng, these are Xiao Mei's stockings. I thought I might have to do something this morning, so I took a pair."

"This is Tung Wah Group of Hospitals. If these important figures find out that we've been causing trouble at Tung Wah Coffin Home, we'll be dead without a burial place!"

"These scoundrels from the legitimate world are much more ruthless than us gangsters! We need to be extra careful!"

"Alright! Let's get this done quickly so we can go have dim sum!"

Chi Mengli slung the baseball bat over her shoulder and walked toward the backyard of Donghua Coffin Home.

Spinach Dong quickly locked the van, said goodbye to the pastor, grabbed a machete, and followed.

When the gangsters from the water houses who were lying in ambush by the roadside saw Brother Sheng and Brother Dong appear, they got out of the Toyota Hiace van. It was quite a feat for these bastards that there were ten people sitting in one van.

They took out baseball bats they had prepared beforehand from the basket and followed Sheng-ge into the backyard of Donghua Coffin Home.

The workers who were cleaning the mortuary discovered this group of menacing thugs and quickly scattered and fled.

Song Ci, who was sitting in the rain pavilion at the foot of the mountain waiting for Professor A to get off work and go home, also noticed this group of menacing thugs. Several bodyguards dressed as Yizhuang workers quickly stepped in to protect them.

"What are you doing? This is the Number Gang's territory, you..."

The guy at the very front rambled on and on, trying to find a match for the underwater code, but Chi Mengli wasn't one for words today. He simply swung his staff and hit the rambling guy on the head, sending him sprawling to the ground.

Seeing that someone had already started fighting, there was no point in talking anymore, and the two sides immediately began to fight.

Chi Mengli took them down one by one with his stick, just like playing whack-a-mole. These skilled gangsters from the Number Gang all ended up on the ground after facing him.

Even those who didn't get a direct confrontation were forced to flee in panic because they had no weapons.

It must be said that Professor A's group of bodyguards were indeed tough. After being knocked to the ground, they struggled to get up, pulled out their belts, and swung the padlock at Chi Mengli.

Chi Mengli, who was about to take a few steps forward, twitched her ears and heard the sound of wind coming from behind her. She tapped the baseball bat back and knocked the lock away. Then she switched the baseball bat to her left hand, turned around and delivered a sweeping blow to the head of the tough guy.

The tough guy from the number gang, who didn't have time to dodge, took a solid hit. His eyes immediately turned bloodshot, he coughed up blood, and collapsed to the ground.

(End of this chapter)